I opened the door to the room. Margo was sitting on her bed. When I opened the door, she shot up and got out of her bed as fast as she could with her leg.
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"What did Becca say to you?"
"She apologized and asked if we could be friends."
"What did you tell her?"
"I told her no. I told her that I didn't need her pity friendship."
"That jerk!"
"Why is she a jerk?"
"She tried to turn you against me!"
"But I didn't fall for it, I didn't even know that's what she was planning to do."
"Well, she still tried. And we gotta get her back."
"Ok, let's get her back tomorrow."
"No, how long is she in New York?"
"I don't know."
"Go down to the desk and check."
"Ok." Margo crutched to her bed and I turned around and walked out the door. I strolled down to the desk and waited in the three person line. When it was my turn I acted as nonchalantly as possible.
"I have a question." I asked the man.
"Yes?"
"Can you tell me how long Becca Arrington is staying here?"
"A good month and a half, maybe longer."
"Ok thank you." He nodded and I walked back to the staircase. I ran up the stairs to my room when I passed Becca.
"Hi Quentin!" She said a flirtatiously, "my friendship offer is still up." I looked at her and especially now that I knew what she was up to, I defiantly wasn't going to be her friend now.
"No thanks Becca." I said, putting emphasis on "Becca".
"Whatever." She snapped and continued her way down the stairs. I came back to the room and sat down on my bed.
"About a month and a half." I said.
"Perfect." Margo said.
"What are you planning?"
"My young Quentin, you'll soon see."
"I'm six months older than you."
